


Academic decathlon game night (at Peter's house)

by RaccoonCati



Series: Our paths that we chose [2]
Category: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types
Genre: Gen, Identity Reveal, Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker is Pepper Potts's Biological Child, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Peter Parker is a Mess
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-12-08
Updated: 2021-01-05
Packaged: 2021-03-10 03:34:55
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 5
Words: 4,656
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27957749
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/RaccoonCati/pseuds/RaccoonCati
Summary: Thanks to Ned and his big mouth, Peter now has to endure the whole academic decathlon team for two days and make sure that:1)his parents don't find out that he brought people over without asking for permission firstand 2) nobody finds out that his parents are Tony and Pepper Stark.Easy peasy...Right?
Relationships: Academic Decathlon Team (Spider-Man: Homecoming) & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts & Tony Stark
Series: Our paths that we chose [2]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2005807
Comments: 40
Kudos: 270





	1. Chapter 1

Looking back, maybe it was a bad idea to tell Ned that his parents were out of the country for the weekend. But, in his defense, nobody said anything about a "decathlon night of games" (his best friend's words). And definitely none of his teammates warned him that he was hosting them ("..because your house is the only one without parents and/or annoying siblings").

Yup...Peter Stark was definitely screwed. Just his luck.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Not sure when I'll update but before Christmas for sure.
> 
> Leave comments with suggestions (because I'm not sure where I'm going with this fic yet).


	2. Chapter 2

_Hold on, hold on, hold on! How did Peter got in this situation to begin with? Let's back up a little and take a look at how his week began and how he got himself into this mess._

Monday morning means too many classes for any high school student who has barely woke after a white night spent doing homework (because "I have time" doesn't always means you really have time to finish your assignments). Peter Stark is no exception. He should really take a page from his mom's book and respect some kind of schedule. It could make his life so much easier.

Dragging himself through the hallways at 8 in the morning was hard enough without the upcoming Spanish quiz and Decathlon training that were ruining today. Peter could care less if a meteor would hit the school by fifth period, his day was already shitty enough.

Slamming the locker door shut, Peter turned to Ned, who appeared by his side not long ago. "Dude, are you alright?" Ned asked, startled a little by his friend's demeanor. "You look like someone threw you in front of a train."

With one of the most "resting bitch face" ever, Peter stated "I want to die."

"Is it the Spanish quiz?"

"The Spanish quiz, math homework, English assignment, Decathlon meeting, everything." Peter gripped his best friend's shoulders, looking directly in his eyes. "Please kill me."

Ned looked serious for about two seconds before bursting into laughter, followed by Peter soon after. After calming down, Ned spoke. "Let's go. We'll talk about your funeral on the way to class."

Walking side by side towards their first period, Peter started. "I definitely want The Imperial March to play in the background." After all, it was a day like any other and Peter definitely had worse days in his life since becoming Spiderman. This day started out great and there was no way anyone could ruin it.

Lunch proved to be quite interesting when MJ came to seat beside Ned, facing Peter. "Hey, loosers. After classes come to the library."

Peter looked up from his phone and grinned. "Are you trying to kidnap us?"

"You wish. Betty wants to propose a group activity or something like that and the three of us, Flash, Cindy and Abraham have been summoned."

"Sounds fun." Ned looked very excited about all of this. 

Peter, on the other hand "I'm not so sure about this."

"See you at the library." And with that, she left. (Like a ghost; Like she was never there. Creepy)

Truth be told, the awkward atmosphere surrounding the teens could be cut with a knife (Peter didn't like it at all). And, like the rays of the sun after a tornado, Peter's phone started ringing. "I...it's important...I'll be back."

After he left the room, Ned felt the need to explain. "His parents left for the next week and a half and that's probably them." (Who wouldn't want to have a best friend like Ned Leeds; Always there to help)

Betty decided to start explaining why she brought them in the library. "I asked on our group chat who is free this weekend, if you remember" They nodded "So...I thought it would be great if we could do some kind of 'game night' at the end of the week. To get to know each other better and have a little bit of fun before the next month, which will be full of test and final exams. How does this sounds?"

A "I'm in" from Flash, a "Sounds good" from Cindy, a "Why not" from Abe and a nod from MJ made Betty beam with excitement.

Then she turned to Ned. "What about you, Ned?"

"I mean...I would like to come, but where exactly are we supposed to hold this 'game night'? My apartment is too small."

"You're right. I forgot about that part." She looked at the group. "My parents are at home, so it won't work."

"I have a little brother. He'll bother us." Abe added. 

"Same." came from Michelle.

"My parents won't let me bring anyone home without them there." Cindy mentioned, followed by a nod of agreement from Flash.

The plan seemed to fail, but then Ned remembered "How about at Peter's? I'm sure he'll be okay with us coming over."

"He already left."

"I'll ask him and get back to you with the answer."

"Alright then." And with that, they left home and Ned went after Peter. Peter, who was now rushing home to clean every evidence of Tony Stark even stepping foot into this house. Lucky for him, the lake cabin wouldn't reveal too much. And FRIDAY was on his side.

"Sam!" Peter scared the living hell out of Sam Wilson once he found him in the Avengers Compound. 

Jumping out of his skin and putting a hand over his chest, Sam looked at Peter. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, kid?"

"I need a car."

"You already have one." Then his eyes widened. " _Have you_ _crushed_ _your car?!_ "

"What? _No!_ I just need a car that can accommodate 7 people in it."

"I can get you one. But why?" And so Peter told Sam what happened and, by the time he was done, he couldn't stop the avenger from laughing. "Good luck with this shit, Pete."

Friday afternoon will tell Peter if he can survive or his whole life will go down the drain.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Here you go.  
> Until next time (I don't know when, maybe around Christmas)


	3. Chapter 3

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Let's clarify something before I forget: Ned found out about Spiderman by accident, but he has no idea who Peter's parents are.

Friday rolled around and with it the dreadful "game night". Well, "dreadful" is a harsh word to describe a weekend with your friends and no parents. Peter started to view this next two days as an opportunity to really have fun and forget, just for once, that he is hiding two different secret identities from everyone. (Ok. Ned knows that he's Spiderman but that's about it. And maybe MJ suspects something. _But that's it._ )

The last few days have been a race against the clock. Peter tried to hide every family picture from the house that could give him away, every piece of technology that was Avengers related and spent a good amount of time convincing FRIDAY to not out him to his mom and dad (they were already calling him twice a day, it was enough). He had the car, the music, the games and food to feed an entire army; Everything looked flawless, and that scared him the most.

"Ok! Let's see under what bridge does Parker lives!" Flash, as always, couldn't help himself and just had to make a bad joke about the whole thing. 

Peter laughed, knowing full well that Flash was actually excited to spend time with all of them (even though he wouldn't show it or say it). "I'm not living under a bridge, Flash." Then he grinned. "I live in the middle of the woods." The look of pure shock and fear in their eyes made him laugh even harder. (Sometimes, "the Stark humor" was worth having.)

"Dude, you're joking... _Right_?" (Poor Ned; Sometimes he made Peter question why he never told his best friend about his private life and family.)

"I'm not." Between regaining control over his breathing and trying not to look like a psychopath, Peter tried to look at his classmates.

"Peter, where do you live exactly?" Cindy, bless her soul, took the joke as just that, a joke, and tried to get some solid information from him.

"While I'm in school I stay in an apartment (*cough*the penthouse*cough*) but my parents have a lake cabin Upstate." Now everyone calmed down knowing what to expect and Abe slap Peter lightly on the back and said that he regrets not recording their reaction to his prank.

Once out of the school, Peter guided them to the car. "It's not my car, I borrowed it from a family friend. So don't break anything."

"I call shotgun!" Abe spent no time getting into the front seat of the car.

"Dude!"

"Sorry, Ned." (He was not sorry at all.)

They hopped in the SUV. Abe and Peter in the front, Ned behind Peter, Betty next to Ned, MJ next to Betty, Flash behind MJ and Cindy behind Ned.

Half a minute after they were on the road (with Peter driving quite well) Abe plugged in the aux. "Alright, fellas. I got pop, rock, jazz, everything you want. My Spotify is all yours. What do you want?"

_Oh boy_...He shouldn't have asked. And why is that you ask...Because the second he finished his sentence **HELL** broke over.

Let's take a look at their little party in the car:

" _ **Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want; So tell me what you want, what you really, really want; I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want; So tell me what you want, what you really, really want; I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah**_ " Betty chose "Wannabe" by Spice Girls and Cindy and MJ were singing along with her.

"Mine next!" And it was Flash's song next. And the boys took the mic with that one.

" _ **Da, da, da, da, da; It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G**_ "

" _ **Snoop Dogg!**_ " Abe came in (It's one of his favorites; Can you blame him?).

" _ **Da, da, da, da, da; You know I'm mobbin' with the D.R.E.**_ "

Between classic pop culture references, iconic songs, Disney soundtracks, Broadway musicals and Christmas songs (doesn't matter if it's not Christmas _yet_ ) they didn't even realize that the ride to Peter's home was almost done. (And people say they're not friends. HAH! Good one.)

Finally, They were at the cabin. The house looked like any other, so there was no specific reaction from the other teens (except for a short "can't believe you can afford a real roof" from Flash).

Opening the door, Peter began to list the rules (he really didn't want to take any chances). "This is the living room, you can do whatever you want as long as you don't break anything. The fridge in the kitchen is stocked with beverages and we can order anything you want. Don't go that way, " He pointed toward a door in the far back, close to the stairs that lead to the lab and garage. "that's mom's office and those stairs lead to the garage. And upstairs are the bedrooms and guest bathroom. Any questions?"

"Where do we leave the backpacks?" Cindy asked, as it was clear that nobody was listening.

"Here or in my room. Your choice. And I have only one guest room. We need to speak sleeping arrangements."

"Only one bed? _Really?_ "

"Shut up, Eugene." MJ flopped on the couch and took out her sketchbook.

After agreeing to let the girls in the guest room ("It has a king size bed, we can manage"), Ned and Abe ended up sharing Peter's room (bonus points for keeping the bunk beds) and Peter and Flash were left with no other option than to sleep in the living room, Flash on the couch (cause he's a guest) and Pete on the floor (he was planning on moving in his parents room if he got the chance).

Now, let the **Game Night** begin.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Hope you like the car scene. I really wanted to include it to show that they are all friends, even Flash. He may be making fun of Peter but he is not a bully as far as MCU showed us. The last chapter will show how the game night went and then I will put up some suggestions for my next big fic and I will let you choose it.
> 
> I also added this story to my series (the stories are not linked to one another but that wasn't intended anyways).


	4. Chapter 4

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Don't let teenagers by themselves!

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Warning: Underage Drinking (Though at 17 it's not that bad. At least that's my East European mentality anyways.)

With pizza on the coffee table in front of the couch and a bunch of blankets and pillows scattered on the floor, the teens were ready to start the night.

"Alright, let's get this party started!" said Betty as she flopped on the fluffy nest that the girls put together on the couch.

Cindy looked for her tea (that Peter so kindly offered to make) to face the group. "What should we do now? Any suggestions?"

"I vote for truth or dare."

"Excellent suggestion Abe. Any other ideas?" Nods of approval made it clear that everyone was on board with the game proposed. Except for Flash. 

"Too lame. Let's spice it up a little. Parker!" Peter looked at him (a little startled by the fact that Flash was speaking to him). "Where is the liquor cabinet?"

"Flash, don't!" (This is a terrible idea. He can't touch any of the bottles. His dad will kill him if he finds out.)

"Don't be such a baby. I was thinking we could drink a shot of any kind as a punishment if we refuse to do the dare or say the truth."

"I can _not_ touch the liquor cabinet. _My dad will kill me!_ "

"Well, you want us to have fun or not? We'll do it European Stile."

On one hand, it's not like they haven't had a drink before (17 years old means it was ok to have a glass of champagne on New Year's night) and the others looked like they agreed with Flash (even Ned) but, on the other hand, things could end up bad and his parents will never let Peter have any fun ever again. Although, his folks are in Vienna. How bad can it be? They're smart kids, they'll be fine (hopefully; finger crossed).

" _Fine_. I suppose it wouldn't be _that_ bad." The cheers and smiles received from the group made Peter fell beter. At least they will remember this as the night they misbehaved and their parents never found out.

Peter stood up from the floor and went to the office. He came back a minute later with a generous bottle of tequila and a smaller bottle of authentic Russian vodka (Natasha give that one to Tony as an early Christmas gift). He give MJ the two bottles and went to the kitchen. "I'll bring the glasses." (May God, Thor and any other divine entity help them get away with this one.)

"I'll ask first!" Abe was way to excited about the game. That's always scary (and a little concerning). "We're doing it clockwise." (So the order was Abe, Cindy, Ned, MJ, Flash, Peter and Betty) "My dearest friend, truth or dare?"

Cindy thought for a couple of seconds, then said "Truth."

"Girls always choose truth."

"That's sexist!"

"Sorry! Okey...ahm...(it's hard thinking about a question when you plan ahead just the dares)...You, honest to God, have to tell us what was the worst thing that happened to you at school. Ever, not just high school."

"This is really embarrassing, I hope you know that. I once caught my teacher, from middle school, watching _porn_ in the classroom. With the students _there_."

"NO WAY!" Ned's eyes widened and he burst into laughter, followed soon after by everyone.

"Believe it because it still hunts my dreams. And he had the _audacity_ to ask the boys in the class if they wanted to watch too. He was fired the next day."

"We started in full force. I like it!"

"You're next Ned. Truth or dare?"

Ned collected himself and responded with all the confidence that he had. "Hit me with the dare."

"Call Mr Harrington and tell him that you like his big flammable Santa. And before you ask how I know he has a flammable Santa, it is because I past by his house three days ago."

"He's going to have a heart attack thinking he's being watched by a psycho."

The phone rang four times before Mr Harrington answered, giving Ned enough time to prepare his voice, lowering it just enough to not be able to tell who he was. " ** _Who is this?_** "

"Love your Santa. It definitely says "Christmas Spirit".

" _ **How do you know I have..**_ " And Ned ended the call.

"You two are _mean_. I don't even know you anymore." Peter tried to sound serious but he just couldn't hide his grin. Everyone was now debating if their teacher will drop it or call the police. (Poor guy)

"MJ, truth or dare?"

"Dare." She said it in a monotonous voice, but she was smiling (so she must be having fun).

"Heard you had a good voice when we were in the car. Care to sing to us something?"

Without even blinking, MJ drink the shot of tequila, then looked at Ned. "Not tonight. Flash, truth or dare?"

" _You didn't even blink!_ Ahm...truth."

"You should've chose dare." He was in deep shit now. "Why do you tease Peter when you used to be best buddies?"

Well, who was here to judge him? Might as well apologize to Parker and get over with. "He's smarter than me. _Happy?_ "

Peter was taken aback by Flash. He was jealous of him? What?! "That's not true. You wouldn't be at Midtown if that was true."

"Don't go all sentimental on me. I don't need it. Truth or dare, Parker?"

(Guess we'll drop it for now.) "I'll choose dare."

"Hop on the roof and take a selfie." (And there is the _dangerous dare_. Good thing he's not all that fragile and he isn't drunk.)

Outside, all his friends gathered in front of the house and watched (with fear and slight curiosity) as Peter used the attic window to get closer to the roof. Once up there, he took a selfie that perfectly captured him AND the others (and a little bit of the rooftop and the lake). " **This looks good!** " He yelled at his friends. " **I'll send it on the group chat!** "

Back in the comfort of the warm "fortress" of blankets (and back at eating their "precious" pizza), Peter turned to Betty. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"I remember you told me you'll get a tattoo when you turn 16. Did you do it?"

"Let me think about it." And she sure give it a lot of thought before deciding to leave them to wonder. "Give me the shot."

Everyone yelled in sync "OH COME ON!" and Betty just laughed as she took the shot.

That drink definitely left a bitter taste in her mouth (her face said it all). "Abe, should I still ask?"

"I actually wanted to say truth but you changed my mind. I chose dare."

"Take a shot of that Russian vodka." She smiled at him with the most villainous smile ever as the color in Abe's face slowly vanished. He was left to choose between drinking vodka or drinking tequila.

Abraham raised an eyebrow and smirked. " _How about I drink both?_ "

Needless to say that all went downhill from there.

* * *

Tony and Pepper ended their business meetings marathon earlier and decided to come home, knowing their perfect boy was alright but will be happy to see them.

( _ **"Just admit that you miss Peter, Pep."**_

_**"I just want to see him and know he's alive and well. Who knows what he did as Spiderman while we were gone. Last time he almost drowned!"**_ )

And so, when they parked the car in the house's driveway, they were surprised to see one of the cars that were (usually) in the Compound's garage. "Something is wrong." Tony looked around. "It's _too_ quiet."

Pepper's heart skipped a bit. " _Peter?_ " She was already imagining every possible scenario in which one of the avengers were watching over a badly injured Peter.

Going inside the house, all their previous assumptions vanished at the sight of their living room and its occupants.

Tony whistled as he took in what actually happened while they were gone. "Peter threw a party. _This_ definitely didn't crossed my mind."

"Tony look at what they drank?" Pepper pointed at the empty bottles left on the coffee table. She has never been more disappointed with her son's actions. Throwing a PARTY and DRINKING from Tony's liquor cabinet. "Why didn't FRIDAY tell us anything about this?"

"We'll find out after we wake up the kids." Tony was also disappointed, but he understood that Peter was a teenager and, to be honest, he preferred underage drinking over stabbing wounds.

* * *

Peter felt someone shaking him, but the banging of his head didn't let his eyes open. "Please go away whoever you are."

"Would you look at that, he's alive." Peter jolted awake as soon as he heard that voice, that all to familiar voice. (He was doomed.) "Hope you sleeped well after last night. It looks like you had fun." (He's dad's disappointment didn't even compared with the look his mom had. She was _pissed._ )

"Guys, wake up. We're dead meat." To say that the utter surprise and fear that his friends showed when they saw who was in the room was a little comic was an understatement.

Between "Is that Tony Stark?" and "Am I hallucinating?" MJ was the only one who looked Peter dead in the eyes and asked "You couldn't warned us that your parents are the Starks and they have no idea that you agreed to host a party?"

After Peter was left alone with his parents, he got grounded for a month (at least Christmas wasn't ruined _yet_ ) and was forced to suffer through his mother's lecture about drinking and lying and hiding things from them. Just a normal parent-child discussion. Next time he will have to be more careful ( _heh heh_ , next time).

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Hope you liked it.  
> I have to ask: Do you want the next story to revolve around Tony and Pepper getting married in Vegas just a couple of days before Afghanistan (with a little twist that I hope to make it work) or do you want a story revolving around the Stark family (meaning Tony, Pepper, Harley, Peter, Morgan and all that jazz; also with a twist)?
> 
> Merry Christmas!


	5. Bonus chapter: Busted and The Punishment

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Bonus chapter. YEY!

The teens were aligned like soldiers in a boot camp waiting to go to war. The big difference was: they weren't facing a war. Oh no, honey. They were about to face the longest, most dreadful lecture possible. Leaving aside the fact that Tony and Pepper Stark were the parents that will scold them (tough to be their actual kid now; Sorry, Peter.), Tony wasn't even the one that will yell at the young ones. Pepper is the only one who has a say in this.

You see, Tony Stark knows how it is to be a teen and try to spice up the atmosphere when the parents aren't home. Been there, done that. But Pepper expressed her firm disagreement with underage drinking long before she got married with one of the biggest alcoholic in the world. She put an end to her husband's bad habits and she was the one who explained to her son why it's wrong to go down that path. If anyone will lecture, not only her kid, but also his friends, that's her.

Speaking of Pepper, she was beyond pissed. She didn't say anything, just took her's and Tony's bags upstairs, leaving her husband clean the mess the kids left in the living room. Peter's friends and classmates knew how to read a parent's response to breaking rules and keeping secrets. No response meant the ship was sinking. Fast. And there were no lifeboats. All the questions forgotten, they helped Peter and Tony clean and apologized to Mr. Stark profoundly, hoping to ease Peter's punishment.

"Stop saying sorry. We know you're sorry." Tony threw the bottles in the trash can. "Or, at least, I know. And, if Pepper scolds you, that means your parents won't find out." He received a few confused looks, so he went to explain. "We're not that kind of parents who will yell at a kid that is not ours and then make sure their parents will yell at them when we're done. It's just cruel to be lectured two times in a row."

When Pepper came downstairs, she motioned everyone to come stay by the couch.

_'Here goes nothing. Let's start the show.'_ Peter thought as he stayed as close to Ned and MJ as possible. Like they could protect him from the storm that was starting.

"I'm going to start this by saying that I'm very disappointed in all of you. Not just Peter." When a parent starts the lecture with " _I'm very disappointed"_ it's clear that you lost all of their trust. It's a known fact. "I could get over the fact that Peter didn't mentioned he would bring anyone over while we were gone. Having friends over is perfectly acceptable. But..." The " _but"_ is what made the teens brace themselves. A mother saying " _but_ " is a bad sign. "...I can not go over the fact that you _took alcohol_ from the cabinet." She threw a sharp look at Tony, warning him that she will discuss with him the " _open and accessible liquor cabinet_ " problem later. "From all the things you could've done to have fun, drinking alcohol shouldn't have been an option. I could ask who initiated this," (but no one would throw Flash under the bus) "but I'm not going to. Instead, I'm going to be very clear about this." She paused and took a breath, before looking at the teens. "If I ever hear that any of you even tried to get drunk again before the legal age, I don't care if I'm your mother or not, I'll make sure you don't get to touch another bottle ever again." Pepper walked past Tony, towards the kitchen. "I'll arrange for you all to go home now. Peter will face the rest on his own."

And the was it. For now. Before Happy showed up to take them home, everyone expressed their " _condolences_ " to Peter, knowing he will be dead once his mother will be done (probably) yelling at him. Abe and Ned simply said "Good luck, dude". MJ, Cindy and Betty squeezed his arm as they smiled with pity at him. Flash pat him on the back one time and then stepped aside, but it was clear he felt bad for forcing Peter to bring the drinks. Once they were gone, Peter Stark walked into the house to face his final 'trial'.

"Why did you think drinking was a good idea in the first place?" Yup, yelling was the right word. Now Pepper unleashed all her nerves.

"It's not like we broke anything." (Wrong move, Pete)

"Dosen't matter if you broke anything or not." Pepper had her hands in her hair at this point, because frustration took over (" _Why does he has to be so much like his father?_ "). "You could have gotten sick. Or worse." Pepper had tears forming in her eyes from the stress. This never happened before.

"I'm fine, mom." Peter couldn't bear to see his mother like this. "Please, calm down. I promise never to do this again."

Pepper calmed a little, then finished her lecture with everyone's favorite part: the punishment. "I hope that's the case. You are grounded for a month. No phone, no video games, no computer, unless it's for school work-"

"-A month!-?"

"-And no Spider-man patrols or anything involving superhero activities."

"Mom, that's not fair!" (it was, but a month without anything it's a little bit too much)

"This is final. Please go to your room and bring everything you won't be able to use in the next month into my office."

Peter give up and accepted his punishment, nodding to Pepper before going upstairs to start packing his electronics and the suit.

Tony hugged Pepper tightly from behind. "Don't you think it's a big punishment for a normal teenage mistake?"

"Maybe." She melted into his touch. Her reaction was exaggerated, but justified. Tony almost drunk himself to an early grave and she couldn't (didn't want to) picture Peter doing the same. "That reminds me" Tony didn't get the chance to escape this time. "We have to talk about your liquor cabinet."

While Peter sent one last message to the group chat to let everyone know why his online activity would be nonexistent for the next month, Tony faced his own lecture from Pepper. They should've stayed the extra days away. It would've been easier for everyone. But, what's done is done.

The moral of the story: dont assume your parents will be gone all week. It's not always the case.


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